The sheet was tenting at his crotch, a strong hardon, pushing the sheet up. His hand was beneath the covers, but from the way the sheet was moving I knew he was fingering his prick.
"Hi!" I chirped, pretending not to notice what it was he was doing. When Art saw me he quickly rolled onto his side, hiding his hard-on.
"Oh, yeah, aw… good morning," he stammered, trying to act nonchalant. "I wasn't expecting you until later."
Art was a rugged young man, in the hospital with a severely broken leg he had gotten while playing baseball. He had a mass of long brown hair that spilt over his pillow and his body was lean and muscular from hours of working out.
"Time for your shot," I said, pulling a needle from my tray. "Roll over and let me see a cheek."
Art rolled away from me and unfastened the snap of his pajamas. I pulled the sheet down to his knees, feeling a strange tingling in my cunt. My mouth began to water as if I were about to have some delicious meal.
"Sorry, it's the other cheek that gets the needle today, Art. You'll have to roll over and face me."
"But… no, you gave me the shot in the other one yesterday." His face turned slightly pink.
"Come on, don't fight me now," I said, grabbing him by the hip and rolling him over so he faced me. His cock, long but slender, stuck out the fly of his pajamas.
"I'm sorry," Art said, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I didn't know you would be in here. Please, don't tell my parents."
I couldn't take my eyes off Art's prick. The smooth, pink flesh was stretched taut over the rigid inner core. I set the needle back on the tray and reached out, touching his spear lightly with my fingertips.
"You've got a real nice cock, Art. It's a real man-sized one." I scratched from the tip to his balls with my painted fingernails, watching the prick throb and quiver at my touch.
"Then you're not going to tell my parents?"
"No, of course not," I whispered, unable to take my eyes from his prick. "A young man like you probably has a hard-on all the time."
"I didn't mean for you to see it," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "It's just that it's been so long since I've seen my girlfriend."
"I know what you mean. There are times when my husband and I don't get to see much of each other, either," I lied. I didn't need to drag a young boy into my marital problems. "Does your girlfriend like to fuck you?"
"Not really. Actually, we've never gone all the way." Art was warming up to my caresses and had moved his hand to the edge of the bed, just inches from my belly. "When we go parking she just jacks me off and then I finger her."
"You mean she doesn't suck your cock? Why on earth not?" I curled ray finger around the shaft, beginning to work the smooth foreskin back and forth over the bone-hard inner muscle. "Don't you ever suck her pussy until she cum all over your face?"
"No, we never do that." Art said, his voice still choked with emotion. He put his hand around me, resting it on my ass. "I've asked her a couple times but she doesn't want to. Whenever I try to suck her pussy she pushes me away and gets angry."
Art squeezed my firm ass, moving his hand back and forth from cheek to cheek. I gripped his cock in one hand, jerking on it slowly, while I cradled his tight nutsac in the other. His balls were hot and heavy in my palm.
"You're so beautiful, Nurse Simmons. You're the prettiest nurse in the whole hospital." Art moved his hand around to the front, sliding it under my dress to feel my thigh. His fingers crept up slowly until he reached my seething cunt. I knew my pantyhose were moist with my juices.
"Oh, sweet Art! Young Arty! Your hand feels so good there," I whispered, trying to control my trembling knees. Art tried to pull my pantyhose down to get a feel of my naked snatch, but abandoned the idea when the hose wouldn't pull down easily. I cursed myself for wearing the damn things, which are about as close to having a chastity belt as you can get these days, and made a promise to go out and buy a garter belt and hose, insuring that a similar situation wouldn't prevent my cunt from getting what it wanted ever again.
"Your cunt is so warm, so wet," Art hissed, pushing his palm harder between my legs.
"I can't help myself," I whispered, jerking on the long prick, "I've got to suck you!"
Bending forward at the waist I encased Art's cockhead in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the oversized cockhead briefly, feeling it grow even larger, then pushed down, taking more of his slender shaft in my mouth. When the tip of his cock was wedged snuggly against the back of my throat I chewed on the stem with my lips, whetting it to an even harder state.
"Nurse Simmons, I never thought it would feel that good," Art said, rubbing my twat with his palm.
I squeezed his balls and sucked hard on his cock, molding my cheeks perfectly to his girth. Pulling my head up, I frisked my tongue along the underside of his tool. Since his girth wasn't as great as John's, my jaws didn't ache from being opened too wide. Licking the mushroomed bead, I caught a quick look at Art's face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, gasping for air.
"Look at me while I suck you," I whispered. When Art opened his eyes I made a production of loving his cock. I licked the tip, then down the shank, all the while staring at Art. I rubbed his prick over my lips, cheeks and eyes, showing him how much I appreciated his cock.
I nibbled my way down to his balls, working on the hard, slick flesh with my lips and nipping it with my teeth. While licking Art's balls I stroked the head of his cock.
"I can't take much more," Art hissed, rubbing my cunt faster.
I released Art's nut from my mouth and poised myself over the tip of his prick. I grabbed his prick by the base with determination as I took the bulbous end between my full, moist lips. Jerking my head up and down over it, sucking on that part of his cock that stuck through my fist, I scraped his flesh with my tongue. I whacked on his meat with short jerks as my head pivoted and rotated around the knob. Art grabbed my head and pushed me down, messing up my hair and knocking my cap off, and I braced myself for his spunk.
"Tongue me!" he hissed, jabbing his cock between my clamping lips. "Arrrggghhhhh!" he wheezed as his body thrashed about on the bed.
"Mmmmmnunmm!" I mumbled as his rich cum boiled out of his balls, filling my mouth. My tongue danced over the tip of his cock, urging it to continue erupting the hot cream. His jism tasted sharp as it coated the inside of my mouth. The spurts became less and less fierce, then finally stopped altogether. With the crown still between my lips I swallowed his cum, then took his cock as deeply into my mouth as possible. I stayed like that, tonguing his slick cock, until I was sure that every drop of cum in his balls was in my belly.
"I never thought it could feel that good, Nurse Simmons," Art said, pushing the hair from my face. "That was the best cum I've ever had."
"I enjoyed it also," I said, pleased with the strong aftertaste his jism left in my mouth. "And in case you're interested, it was a first for me, too."
I gave Art his shot after promising to give his cock the same oral treatment again and left the room, looking a little disheveled. A quick stop in a bathroom got my hair and cap back in place. Only my lipstick, which had smeared off on Art's hard prick, left a trace of guilt on my looks.
CHAPTER FOUR
When the alarm went off Jeff jumped out of the bed and headed for the shower. I got up after the water started and combed my hair and put on fresh make-up, then went into the bathroom dressed in my usual T-shirt and panties.
"Hey, honey," I said, looking at his naked body through the shower door. "I'm really sorry about how I've been acting lately. I promise I'll behave myself from now on."
"I was wondering if you'd apologize. If you're big enough to do that then I guess I'm big enough to forgive you for your sins."